Well, at least one crisis averted, taxes paid. I've been a bit thin too, not skinny,just not here bothering the world with my petty gripes and complaints. Well, they haven't gone away, I'm just in one of the last places on earth I ever thought I'd be, Branson Missouri.
What's the fool doing there you ask? I'll tell you. My SIL decided to take her mother there since she has long wanted to go. She decided to pack along my wife too, sisters huh? Well the thing progred]ssed from a girls vacation to an everybody one.
So, our hero finds himself neck deep in a place where an Obama sticker is like asking for police trouble. there is an actual, factual "Tea Party" headquarters. It's creepy but, I so wish I had an Obama sticker to slap on the front of the joint.
Anyway, I will be spending my 25th anniversary here. That's the legal number in reality it is thirty. Thirty years of ups, downs, good, bad sickness, and health. I hadn't realized the numbers of people who make it this far was so sparse.
I hope to return to a more vocal prresence soon, if anyone is stilll interested and if there are any Branson area O/Sers send me a note if you want to see the face that sank a thousand ships.